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The neverending cycle of sad night, |
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I love you! |
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I am drowning in a sea of mockery and tears, |
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A white hot stake gouges what he could not see, |
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And as an alley way is lit with softest dawn's first light, shadows die, and born is new grief of grotesque sorrow. |
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Another forgotten. Another victim. Another satanic smile to that of its dictum. |
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Love can be a beautiful lie that is covered by hate, |
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No matter what happens, |
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If hatred is a drug, |
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And everyday my thoughts of suicide drown out my soul a little more... |